I'm looking forward to the
Easter Parade. Once a year
masses of Manhattanites
stroll, strut, and sashay
up and down Fifth Avenue.
Anyone can join this concours de costume.
That's because it is not
truly a formal parade.
Since the 1870s well dressed
dandies have simply strolled
up and down the Avenue
in all of their Easter finery.
In 1947, attendance peaked at over one million. However today, about thirty thousand strollers participate. Apparently most others prefer to view from home in their sweats. Oh, the casualization of America... aren't you proud?!
My Mother was not a fan of this
annual fashion ritual. She felt it
was beyond offensive to arrogantly and purposefully "show off".
However that opinion did not prohibit her from carefully planning her Easter ensemble.
I have a plethora of pictures of Ethel wearing millinery creations. However by the time I arrived, it was considered modern to not muss one's coif with a toque. My father adored women in hats and I can recall him begging Mother to don one. Their reparte always ended with Howard saying "Babe, who cares about that lousy Jackie Kennedy!?"
At one time your hat was the supreme element of any outfit. However today the handbag has assumed that role. Now sadly, wearing a hat tends to make one appear foolish rather than soigne. Hats aren't for everyone and given some of the chapeaus I found on-line, I have to agree. So, please sit back (in the comfort of your sweats) and enjoy the following parade of Easter bonnets (both good and bad). Wishing you all a blessed Easter!
Pantone has decreed these colors for spring. If you've been out and about, you've seen these tones in all of the shops. Often
a burst of warm weather is accompanied by a rash of reality. To avoid disaster, read on!
Nothing is more charming than a young
lady kissed by youth and swathed in
delicate flesh tones. However petal pinks
are not always innocent nor appropriate.
The wrong nude tone can instantly
transform one into a ghostly specter.
That's why I suggest you bring a candid
friend with you when try on any frock
au natural. A bit of kind guidance will
guarantee that the only thing blushing
this spring will be your ensemble.
Frank knows that I adore anything
orange, especially if it's a box from
Hermes. However too much of a
good thing especially citrus tones
can be tricky. Except for my friend
Bernice, I know of few who can truly
wear yellow. This spring, please try
to maintain some balance. While a
zesty garnish finishes off your cocktail,
never leave home looking like you've
been dipped in a vat of Lemoncello.
If this lady doesn't appear happy, it's because she just realized that anything poppy is best suited atop a bagel or inside hamantaschen. As Bette Davis found out in Jezebel, the wrong red can ruin your evening.
Green with envy...
Emerald, Pantone's color of the year is joined this spring by deux nuances de vert. Beyond the Green Giant, one must approach these tones with caution. So unless you're a leprechaun, never head-to-toe!
Shake the blues.
Nothing perks one up better than a crisp blue. You can't help but look fresh in indigo as it works with everything. So this spring blue is an essential element in rounding out your wardrobe.
Proceed with caution.
Anybody who has ever taken a class in color knows that if you mix them incorrectly you'll end up with l'ombre de la merde. Fashion is tricky enough but add a plethora of perky tones and suddenly it's terrifying! So, as you shop for your Easter frock, invest in something you can actually wear for the balance of the season.
I don't care.
To clarify, I have no concern about what you worship or who you sleep with. Frankly that's your business. However I do care about how you treat me. That's because your actions impact the quality of my life.
Friend or foe?
Many are driven to maintain a distorted advantage over others. This need to control at all costs only hurts all involved. Why can't we all live by the Golden Rule? It's really much easier and I can attest that ultimately it always benefits me. Why would anyone hate rather than love?
Remember... you did it.
I believe that a person's behavior and actions define their destiny. If you live a life filled with derision, hate, and hurt, be prepared to ultimately suffer the consequences of YOUR actions. Bad things happen to people who do bad things.
Two are better than one.
There is nothing better than two people who truly love each other. There is definitely safety in numbers. A fully committed couple's bond makes them each stronger. More important, the balance and harmony of a unified couple benefits all who they come into contact with.
It takes a village.
No relationship can truly thrive without the love and support of family and friends. The validation of marriage unifies two disparate people and their worlds. Most important, a simple "I do" legally unifies.
Why do the rules change simply because of who we love? The first time
I walked down the aisle I had no idea that the benefits I was about to enjoy were not afforded to everyone. Beyond the sex of my beloved, what could possibly be justification for this loss of my civil rights? If we truly believe in living by the Golden Rule, then why are we allowing the government to treat some of us differently?
We can't help it.
Obvioiusly we're different.
Nature defined our unique orientation and frankly we didn't get to choose. So please, explain why that is different from being left handed or ambidextrous?
As far as I know, there are no laws against redheads. So, unless society is willing to penalize anything beyond the norm, why should I be treated differently?
We all choose who we love.
My hope is that someday,
I can legally do just that.